Irritz.

you know those people?

those people that bug you for no reason. really nnoooo reason. but they bug.  this you know. they bug.

my polynesian friends have one word to say when this happens.  IRRITZ. (as in irritating).  the common usage of this term:

"oh ben?"

"yeah that kid is irritz.  all up in your business and asking questions all the time that don't make sense. irritz."

it's a good word.  gooooood way to express that person that niggles at your soul for whatever reason and makes you want to cringe.

irritz.

i should be kinder.  but sometimes the only relief is to cringe.

Down to it . . .

When it comes right down to it . . .

I miss the comfort of my bedroom at home.  I miss the angled ceilings, the smell of it on hot summer days.  My full sized bed.


When it comes right down to it . . .

I miss dancing, and running through halls and giggling and wishing.  I miss my friends from my old neighborhood and I miss rollerblade basketball and hours of being outside and coming home with grass-stains and bruises and gritty palms.


When it comes right down to it . . .

I don't want to grow up.  I don't want to miss these things.  I don't want to miss people, I just want them to be around forever and constantly within my reach.


When it comes right down to it . . .

I don't know a lot, and what I do know seems to be shrinking in proportion and percentage.